CHAPTER 26A CALL ON THE JUDGE
Litton nodded. “I know what it means to you to talk,” said he. “But they’ll never know from me that you said a word. What sort of an assignment were you on, all you fellows who came here with Duval?”
“To get you,” said the wounded man. “Nothing else counted. The boy and Willow were on your side of the fence. Duval says to us that the kid is small, but that he’s got a real pair of eyes and ears. We’re to try to block him out—and a bullet for Willow if we get a chance. The Dead Man Steer—that comes last in the picture. You’re what he wants to get, and he wants you bad!”
“Then you think that if they’ve got Jimmy they may—er—?” He paused.
“Bump him off?—Not if he doesn’t make trouble, or unless they find him in the way. But there’s gents in that outfit, Barry,
